Gloria stood at the top of the staircase and looked down at everyone's flabbergasted expressions. She felt very excited, but also quite nervous.
Then, she discovered Mag in the crowd.
She was like a lost ship that had suddenly discovered the lighthouse in the darkness; her nerves were instantly eased.
A relaxed smile appeared on her face, and she raised her chin slightly as she grabbed onto the skirt of her dress before making her way down the stairs in a graceful and composed manner.
"T… T… This is impossible!" Cyril was struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. In his memory, Gloria had always been a quiet sniveling little girl who had to wear her veil even during meals. When did she become such a confident woman?
Furthermore, the composure that she was displaying struck him with the illusion that he was seeing a second Scheer.
